Maybe if I asked them,
The condition of their
They wouldn't have
Ache Maybe if I asked them,
The condition of their
They wouldn't have
ContentmentBook in hand
Pages rough beneath my fingers
I’m not wondering what will come next
I’m just enjoying the sensation
Of here and now.
The ink on some pages
Didn’t sink in all the way
But that’s okay
Because no one is ever perfect
No matter what some people try to make you believe.
Here surrounded by books
I feel comfortable
I feel stable
I’m ready for adventure
Most of all, I feel content.
Break EvenI remember that night
And forever I will.
The smooth melody
The vocals that still draw me in…
The reminder that breaks aren’t even.
I remember the night I first heard it.
And so well I remember the tears falling down my face.
I remember all the pain that he caused me
And I carry that pain in my heart each day.
But you learn to live with the pain.
You learn to carry it with you and use it to help others.
You learn how to protect yourself from that pain again.
You simply learn.
Done Being BrokenYou think she has no trouble sleepin’
But you’d be wrong as wrong could be.
You’re all choked up,
But she’s not ok.
She thinks about you
Whenever she hears your name.
But there comes a time
Where she doesn’t think of you
And she doesn’t see your face following her.
There comes a time where she doesn’t care about you
And can help you without it being weird for her,
But she wonders if it’s weird for you
Because you never needed her help before
When she so desperately needed yours.
There came a day
When she had to decide
And she decided
She would not stay broken
Weren’t worth being broken over.
But let's try anyway (Love might be fatal,
But a future with You doesn't
seem so Grim)
I doubt that we'll survive this
drowning in saltwateryou don't remember what he looks like when the sun falls at his feet
or how his hands feel running down the sides of your arms.
Had he been tempered to fit the rim of a glass bottle,
or was he the kind that swore to never be like his parents,
only to end up more broken the walls of his childhood home?
You can't recall the look of his eyes
when he got lost in that other world you tried to be a part of
or what kind of car he got a summer job to save up for.
Even now, his voice keeps slipping through your fingertips,
like water from a faucet
and you can try to cup his memory in your hands
But he always spoke like he knew he was meant for sinking,
so losing this shouldn't come as a surprise.
you won't remember his name when they ask you,
lying on a bed in your 80s,
waiting for one last Dream to come true.
And some days, you'll wonder if he was ever real.
but by god,
you'll love him to the day you die
even if the only thing you don't forget
SilenceSilence fills my empty ears,
Fuelling all my petty fears.
I haven't heard from you in days
As I lie here in a quiet daze.
You just let me know you're breathing,
It's not enough to relieve the feeling.
You said you just needed some space,
I feel like I'm forgetting your face.
I admit I am just being selfish,
I know I shouldn't be feeling this.
I can't help but wonder and worry,
We have a problem, I think it's me.
The silence echoes in my head
Filling me with hopeless dread.
You say you haven't felt very well,
But what that means, I can't quite tell.
Silence fills my mouth and lungs
In the air, apologies are hung.
I'm drowning in this quiet sea,
I'm going down, please help me...
In the ReachI quickly descend down a cloud of silver steel
the cold rush greets me as I make contact with the depths
sinking far into the froth, I hastily rise to kiss the air
Upon relief, I gaze towards the dark and behold it;
a singular cone of brightness anchored to a tower of stone
I stroke in its direction, finally reaching its ascension
Shaking off the freezing salty dew, I proceed the incline
It stands before me now, an entrance to an unknown; though possible safety
I rush in, shine from the twinkling erases as I am plunged into blindness
in the split moment, I fear for sanity, but in wakening, saneness returns
Initial greetings give birth to a bronze being, unyielding and harsh
It relays the understanding that ultimate power is awarded to those truly worthy
Uneasiness instills inside, but pressing on is must in this sanction
No more elevation, for descension now has its mark
Guiding me to a sphere of iron, with a hint of captured air
its pull is enticing, and as I enter, I am delivered int
The bellsThe present moment slips from my attention
as I beg my focus to hold on
yet my body is moulded to you
linked through time
by a string of thorns, each attempt
I make, drawing more blood
stubbornly refusing to be shaken
slamming my cold body back into your bedroom
to the furniture, that haunts me
down to the floorboards, the colour
of every single fucking thing
suffocating me as I am dragged down, deeper
my attempts to steady myself
thwarted by you playfully pulling me back down
and a choking desperation rises, external to the memory
(is it a memory? - I'm there right now)
I can never scream loud enough
because you are never there.
My mind visits you like a grave
DemonsI can feel the light seep out of my bones
Leaving me lifeless and unable to moan.
By invisible hands I'm bound and tied,
Held by the demons I’ve hidden inside.
Monsters reside inside my head
Bringing me down until I wish I was dead.
Demons lie deep within my heart
Their whispers slowly tearing me apart.
I’m sick of this feeling within my chest,
Tired of the demons never letting me rest;
Endlessly hearing their relentless call
Until all I want is just to end it all…
I’ve battled the same demons for so long
That to stop would just feel so wrong,
But you’ve nearly driven them all away,
Leaving me with no more words to say…
Rosemary and Cyanide (Jumpstarts and Antidotes)A bitter taste fills my mouth
But I can’t seem to get it out.
I’m choking and I’m crying;
I’m drowning, slowly dying…
Darkness fills me from the inside out,
Slowly working its way up my throat.
It kind of tastes a lot like suicide
With hints of rosemary and cyanide.
I start to vomit and to cough
But it just isn’t enough;
I’m dying inside, is it too late?
Is this death simply my fate?
A curtain of black falls over my eyes
Blinding me to all of Life’s lies.
Poisoned by the darkness in my head,
I break down until I wish I was dead.
I can feel you saving me like a jumpstart
To my broken apart, pitiful excuse of a heart.
I can feel you curing me like an antidote
Now these words aren’t the last I ever wrote…
the apocalypse wasn't put on hold just because youThe world ended at a quarter past eleven,
speeding down the edge of a driveway,
praying these plastic wheels would withstand real metal.
A Velcro shoe with the light up soles
and a half empty juice box
Being two of the jockey riders
that bore disaster in their Teeth
and picked plauge from their smiles
With a toothpick made from finger bones.
And much like the rained out Tricycle,
there was a third man nearby,
Rusted in age and a spirit fit for Tetanus.
He brought carcasses to the sidelines
and threw the maggots down like petals.
But the fourth was out of work that Day.
They layed crouched beside the Body,
screaming for a savior, as the Fruit Punch soaked their knees.
but it was too late to speak forgiveness,
though not much talking made it through the bombs
I think the Fallout came from planning a Funeral
But we we're all much too Dead to attend.
these Highways stimulate my sensesI'm not an Adrenaline junkie.
I'm not looking for a thrill.
I just want to feel Alive once,
before I get killed.
maybe I'm chasing Death,
in an endless game of Tag.
Or maybe it's just these cigarette veins,
hoping Life isn't a drag.
real time events I sit in front of the Oven,
door open, as it whispers a stream of warmth for my Maryland soul.
The kitchen tiles are Lined and cooled, but my feet have been aching from the broken back shoes
And I can't bear to stand.
Bedrooms have been locked off again,
from bursts of violence that I seem to ignite
and I'm sitting on the kitchen floor,
waiting for the only thing I. Seem to know how to put my Love into
so that the frosting won't melt
so that I don't destroy something else
It'll be back to Normal in a few minutes,
But right now I'm trying not to cry
because it brought me back to earlier in the day,
When there was a group of friendly eyes
and the greatest Voice,
talking at a table
and I wanted nothing more than to be near Them too
Because a few times they smiled at me, laughed at my jokes
and maybe i was hoping we could be friends
and I was just cilantro Wait.
before you go,
I forgot to tell you
You were Saffron.
and I never liked the Bedsheets,
catching on hangnails from dreams best erased.
But I didn't change them because you thought they brought you Clover.
back when you couldn't get to Four before the cracks resurfaced.
I didn't tell you Everything,
that's what you were to Me.
I don't like sweet potatoes,
But one time you asked for them at Dinner.
and I've kept the pantry stocked ever Since.
And when you offered me a bite,
I gave them one more try
and learned to love them too
Because that smile was a secret
You hadn't told Before.
we shared a blanket fort together
Built to watch the monsters,
We pretended were just TV.
We both agreed Popcorn was wasted by adrenaline.
But you kissed me with salted lips
I'm butter in your hands.
Movie nights won't feel lonely with you Gone,
But only because those past demons won't be li
And Dream of me Tonight There are shadows under your eyes
From either lack of sleep
or too much time alone.
But if you're feeling Restless,
Lay your head
i never meant to hurt youI found a bumble bee in the sandbox when i was young.
mistaken for a caterpillar,
i thought needed saving.
rolled in sunshine and heavy conversations.
he looked tired.
surrounded by desert hills threatening to swallow him whole.
so i tried to pick him up
and help him find his way home.
I was afraid he'd die if I didn't,
But he stung me
and Died because i did.
Even as a child,
my hands were never clean.
what to do when the quiet gets to youa Youtube video plays on loop,
sound traveling through hollow rooms,
to fill the echo that too much silence brings.
boisterous laughter and gazing into a camera,
imagining someone's looking back
and now you don't feel quite as lonely.
twenty minutes doesn't last as long as it needs to
and you click the next one,
scrolling through endless conversations
you pretend you're apart of.
it's the most you can do right now
to get thinking off your mind
and remember to keep breathing.
it'll work for a while,
listening to someone you'll never get to meet,
but appreciate all the same.
Maybe you'll fall asleep before it's over
sometimes i do
or maybe it'll end
and you'll find yourself back in your bedroom,
staring at a screen
that you substitute for the real world.
Gift for the Holidays Prize for Goddess-of-GalesLocation: Valor's Cave
Characters: Samura (S)
S: Hey So-Rin! *happy*
SR: ... *no response.*
-So-Rin is looking through the cave, turning over rocks, spellbooks, etc. like he's searching for something.
S: (Moral) Can I help?
Need help looking for something?
(Charm) Here I am!
How's the weather up there? If you're looking for me, I'm right down here! *grin*
(Rebel) What a mess!
This place is a total mess! Does Valor know you're messing with his things? / You better stop messing with Valor's stuff!
SR: I can't find it.
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Wonderous and Wonderful:iconHelvende: Helvende: At only 120 watchers I'd say this artist is sorely overlooked. Such beautiful, whimsically artistic and visually pleasing pieces poetically depicted. Please perceive—Er. I mean go ahead and take a look at their beautiful depictions of nature. They're really lovely!
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CensorshipThey tell me what to say.
I do it every single day.
I take all of their tips.
Their words on my lips.
Language should be free,
As free as can be,
But the ****** says no,
That's how it must go.
Well I *** no more.
***** open this door.
I’ll say ******** I want.
**** those ******** a taunt.
How ***** ****** be crimes,
When *** can *** it for dimes.
It’s ******** what **** hide.
What **** keep *******.
So *** will ***** know.
The **** that **** ***.
**** the **********.
**** all **** such ****,
But *** can’t ****.
It’s **** **** as ***.
El salto del renacuajoEn un estanque lejano vivía un pequeño renacuajo que soñaba con conocer el mundo; ansiaba jugar con las estrellas y subir a lo más alto del cielo para calentarse cerca del sol, tanto lo deseaba que de vez en cuando daba pequeños saltitos fuera del estanque, maravillándose con los animales que veía y la libertad que sentía.
Un día se armó de valor y salto lejos del estanque cayendo en la dura tierra, asustado y adolorido logro regresar poco antes de que el sol secara su cuerpo, Aprendió la lección y esperó a ser un sapo para salir otra vez.
CaidaMicrorrelatos y poesías 6
Globo: Esfera,bola ll el planeta tierra ll bolsa llena de gas ligero ll ojo ll conjunto sin detallar
Contempla apacible el abismo eterno, atraído como siempre a su magnificencia por la naturaleza que nos gobierna.
Una muestra mi fuerza, es capaz de romper ese precario equilibrio dirigiéndote inevitablemente a su fin.
Sucumbe ante el poder de Lakmi, cae con mi influencia a tu inevitable destino, quebrándote bajo tu propio peso al tocar fondo.
-Mi... Mi globo terráqueo de cerámica !LAKMI, GATO LOCO¡ ¿por qué siempre andas tirando cosas?.
-A lo mejor su dios es la gravedad y tirar cosas es su manera de ofrecerle un sacrificio- dije a mamá en tono de broma, ¿quién comprende a esos bichos?
Red QuestKeansburg Punk lyrics
Intro- The sun spits red dawn threw my window. Lying almost naked under blankets I'm thinking about where to go.
V1- I'm all alone, Vicious and Windy are still at the house of smack. So I jump on my Janis Joplin machiene, hit the pavement with full speed. I'm not comeing back. My destination is the underworld. I'm looking for the hottest, sexiest creature I could attack.
Ch- Burning hot with morbid euphoria pumping threw my veins. I'm feeling way too good to back down on this horror show that I claim. If this demented love is real I'll put it to the test this is my elusive journey my red quest.
V2- Just up ahead of me is the freaks lair. I don't know what I'm looking for but I know that I'll find it there. I floor the brakes of my Janis Joplin machiene to a screeching stop. I dismount, look around and spot this insanely hot,sick dude that makes my jaw drop. Barbarian,savage,erotic, I can't resis
Slave For LifeKeansburg Punk Lyrics
Slave For Life
Intro- You will refer to me as "Yes Master, anything you say master, I'm at you beckoned call master" because you are my slave for life.
V1- Silly arrogant fool don't you know you mess with me you sign your own doom. But you just had to take that fall you just had to risk it all. But, your the stupid joke and now you're gonna choke.
Ch-You will call me master because I own you from here after. You are indebted to me for all eternity,for life,because you have no rights. You filthy nasty slave for life.
V2-I am walking down the street when you come running up to me. Gazing up and down you see that no one is around. You cackle with an evil grin. Rubbing your palms together you say "I've been waiting for 10 years to do you in".But as the punches fly you're the one that cries because the forces of the universe are on m
Beware Of Keansburg Keansburg Punk Lyrics
Beware Of Keansburg
Intro- Hate (hate) The pain is real injecting inhabitants with it's venom. Beware Of Keansburg. Beware Of Keansburg.
V1- There is a town located in central New Jersey that is only one mile in diameter. In the parameters of this one horse town there is an extreme amount of supernatural decadence.
Ch- To those trapped in the dreads of these bad lands there is no escape. Zombies you become. There you die. Beware of Keansburg. Beware Of Keansburg.
V2- Part Of the town was an ancient Indian cemetary full of kinetic evil. Souls laid to rest by the shores of the Raritan Bay.
Ch- To Those trapped in the dreads of these bad lands there is no escape. Zombies you become. There you die. Beware Of Keansburg. Beware Of Keansburg.
M8- To those that don't believe me just go and buy property in this town and you'll find out for yourself what a big mistake
LimboThe demon at the reception area of Hell fumbled nervously. He ran through the forums in his claws, read the answers multiple times and flicked his tail back and forth. He cleared his throat and looked at the disgruntled soul that stood in front of him.
"Mr. Thomas, I am extremely sorry but I can't let you go into hell."
"Why not? Heaven sent me here, so I must be here! That idiot feather bag at the entrance said I'm a sinner!"
"Well, yes. You have quite an impressive record of sins and all, but you see, sir, this is the issue, you're too evil for Hell," the demon gave a nervous laugh.
"Excuse me?" Thomas gaped. His ghostly figure twitched and he balled his fists. "What do you mean too evil? I thought you have seven layers of hell!"
"Nine, actually," the demon corrected. "I'm afraid you're overqualified for the pits we have, sir," he fumbled with his hands and dug through the papers retrieving a pile of brochures that he held out to Thomas. "You can, however, apply for the jobs we have?
DepartureMommy left us.
She threatened to leave twice a day, five days a week. She disappeared during the weekends and came back Monday morning to start the complaints cycle all over again. So, her departure was no surprise. She simply failed to return one day.
It was an uneventful morning, three weeks away from the start of a school year and two days away from my thirteenth birthday. It was hot, the kind of heat that had our clothes stick to our bodies, and no amount of ice cream was enough for the five of us: myself, my dad, and three other siblings. The heat sucked, but the lack of our mom made no difference.
Well, no, the only difference was that my dad made us breakfast that morning and around noon, a police cruiser stopped by our house, and later on, they declared her missing.
It'd been eighteen years since that day. We never missed her. Our lives went on. Dad provided for us. He was a kind man who never harmed a soul.
I found mom's remains in a hole in our b
Manna, Spirit of the Garden of Dreams *WIP*
Title: Whispering One (a young boy or girl) / Flower (woman form); Thorn (man form) / Wallflower
Realm Name: Garden of Dreams
Realm Theme: "Dual-Sided Mirror"
"May your planted convictions one day bear the greatest boon."
Physical Appearance -
The Whispering One appears on first encounter as a young girl or boy with a quiet voice and subtle, shy mannerisms. On the third encounter will be a man (Thorn) or woman (Flower), depending upon the visitor's idealization/preferences, and will be much more vocal and outgoing.
As Flower, ha
The Beast of ChangeThe summer was rushing to a close with a string of sweltering days, as if it refused to let go of it's turn in the cosmic scheme. It was all anyone could talk about, but the heat of the season brought something else to Tiberus' mind: Faneel. When he closed his eyes, the glitter of hers pierced his soul, and the silkiness of her long, golden hair ran through his fingers as if it were yesterday. But, the truth was that she left him three years ago. Her memory still struck his heart in such a terrifying way, especially in the summer. That's when they had first fallen in love.
This was the busiest time for the fairs, and Tiberus stopped to check out what new performance was being shown at the local playhouse. This month it was a new treat that had swept the town by storm, a comedy about a prince who wandered among the common folk under disguise. The critics had called it a riot that anyone would enjoy, but he lacked the enthusiasm. The last time he had gone was when Faneel begged him to se
Ten Minute Write-It ExerciseIn a hurry? Still need to flex those creative muscles?
Skim down the sets of questions below and answer them as fast as you can! Some of them can be read in reverse and remember, there's no right or wrong answers- only ideas. Try them all! You might churn out a great piece of work.
1: Who is coming round the corner?
2: What is their secret?
3: What are they carrying?
1: Why did Gary lose his temper with Tiffany?
2: Where did he go after he stormed out?
3: What happened to him when he got there?
1: Who murdered the rich man?
2: Who saw them?
3: What did they do about it?
1: What scares Beth?
2: Who finds it funny?
3: What makes Beth feel better?
1: Who's listening to death metal?
2: What happens when they turn it off?
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Bloody Innocent Angel - Poem for my Lil GirlMy amazing little angel,
Most beautiful, pure one I’ve ever seen,
Spends a huge amount of her time,
Trying to understand the extent to which she is tainted.
She can’t understand why…
Why she is loathed,
Why she is hurt,
Why she can’t keep herself safe.
Hidden away in a metaphorical cage,
She lives in fear of her guardian’s rage,
And the neglect that seems to follow her
Wherever she runs.
Always a victim to others,
Who I believe are jealous of her,
Keep filling her head with lies
That she’s too afraid to reject.
My little angel, I know, has wings like snow,
But whenever I ask her,
She says they’re not angel wings…
They’re red: tainted by blood and tears.
Her hair, soft like feathers,
Has now been burned in places,
Because when I tell her she’s beautiful,
She finds reasons to show she’s not.
Her hands are like porcelain,
Delicate, like a doll,
And I don't care
That they’re laden with old scars.
When she spins and s
The Final Hour (a cento poem)Disclaimer: See the "author's comments" below this.
A great while ago the world begun,
Except the times should alter.
Dropping December shall come weeping in:
Snow fell until dawn.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December:
The hour when earth’s foundations fled.
How drear, on a planet redundant with woes.
What freezings I felt, what dark days seen.
The bleak and awful chaos of the night,
The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon.
Suppose my fellow man extinct.
Myself I feel a dark despair
That such a doom endures
Upon this very scene.
The shrieks of the slain.
For them I battle ‘til the end,
Hoping to cease not til death.
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick.
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched.
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep.
Who for can endure the stings?
No rest can be found.
Til then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
The EndThe End
Through the matted haze
A silhouette, man or monster?
Are you there?
A trick of blackened mind?
You’d think my intended liberation cruelly selfish.
You’d ask -
What of the children? What of you? What of us?
These come as gifts to cling to.
I try to tell you.
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There’s a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It’s always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it’s not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
Until one day I fall in completely.
I hit the depths and my body shatters.
The pain renders me incapable.
The darkness and fog
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